I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Love's embrace
“…the thing that sucks is that every time we draw a line
between us and others, Jesus is always on the other side of it.” Damn.”
― Nadia Bolz-Weber, Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of
a Sinner & Saint
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funny thing about Jesus
there were those who wanted to own him
“Jesus and I, we are like, this…..!”
“When I was out to lunch with Jesus the other day…”
this was the group who already thought they owned God
they had rituals
they had scriptures
they had rules
God belonged to them
Poor fools
Jesus disappointed them so many times
He had such bad taste in friends
he was constantly slipping out
sneaking off to be with
tax collectors, prostitutes
Ethiopians (probably)
and other sinners
he found his place
and his ministry
among those who were lost
who had no sense that
the presence of the Sacred in their lives
was even a possibility
Those who felt unworthy
Rather than worthy
Those were were judged, rather than judgemental
honest sinners
living on the wrong side of “the line”
but it really comes down to this
in Jesus’ world
there is
no
line
there is no saint side, or sinner side
no in our out
not included or exclude
just a circle of love
drawn by grace
and in that circle we all live
and breathe
and have our being
Donald and Bernie
Myself
You
Ammon Bundy
that 1%er CEO
that frightened child from the streets of poverty
that environmentalist
that rancher
that crazy guy with the gun in Walmart
we are all there
in love’s embrace
damn indeed
or rather
Aaaaah
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